Balisha's Birdhouse...and a Poem

The Birdhouse by Balisha

There was a little birdhouse given once to me..

I hung it in the garden for everyone to see.

It hung there through the seasons and I wondered why..

No one came to live there... didn't even try.

I changed it's location one early July morn..

A little bird came hopping...looking so forlorn.

She flew up to the rooftop and checked it out with glee...

I think that I could hear her and her little voice.. tee hee.

She had found the perfect home for her little eggs of two..

She made me very happy and then I wasn't blue.

A perfect situation for both the bird and me .

A home for her it's true and a sight for me to see.

So, if you have a birdhouse that is empty for awhile ..

Some bird will find it soon and think it's just her style.

Before the day is over she'll have a nest sublime..

In your little birdhouse like the one here in my rhyme.

This is my tale of a birdhouse in my yard. Sometimes they hang there forever, it seems, before a bird even gives it a notice. This one was given to me by my husband's family. It is patiently waiting for a resident. I hung it in the clematis vine, where it is nice and cozy. I watched it daily and no bird even checked it out, as far as I know. It's funny...we think, "What a perfect little house for a bird," We can't understand why they don't snatch it up. The birds know birdie real estate...they know where it is best for them. I'm not changing the location of this house. I still think a bird would be lucky to live there. I am a patient woman...I know that some little bird will want to live in this little house...maybe next year.

Balisha